I'm drunk and unbothered. Some new rap song that I don't recognize blares from the speakers. The bass vibrates through my chest that feels hollow.

"Wulf?" Brick comes up to my side. "Would you want to know if someone was about to fuck Silvie?"

My eyes dart up to him. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

He takes the bottle from my hand. "Just asking because not sure where you two stand."

"She's mine," I snatch the bottle back and stand up.

"Does she know that?" he laughs. "Better go check the pool."

Struggling to gain my footing, I walk with heavy feet through the grass. It's like fucking Woodstock around me. People are everywhere, music is blaring, but she's like a beacon. Easy to spot. I didn't think she would be out here tonight. But there she is, in the pool with her delicious mouth where it doesn't belong.

I don't fucking care who's watching. I get into the pool, boots and all. As I go deeper in the water, I realize she's wearing a fucking bra and panties. The pool lights are neon green, but I'm seeing red.

"Oh fuck," I hear the jackass mutter. He's scrambling back, but he's already against the wall with nowhere else to go. Silvie turns around and smiles. She fucking smiles at me. Like she's not doing anything wrong. Her hand pulls out of his pants and I snatch her wrist.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I say, jerking her forward.

"I didn't know," he stammers, like I was talking to him. "She wasn't claimed. I didn't know."

Silvie cocks her head. She looks at me like I'm something she's trying to figure out. I don't have time for this shit. "Get out of the pool," I snarl.

"Let go of me and I will."

Like the defiant little badass she is, she pulls back and walks with her head held high. When she reaches the steps, my eyes go to her perfect little ass. The underwear I bought for her clinging tightly to every curve.

We're slipping on grass made wet beneath us as we march across the lawn. I don't bother going through the main entrance. Pulling soaked keys from my pocket, I unlock the patio door of my suite.

The room is dark. There are wet sounds of my heavy clothes dropping to the floor. Before she has a chance to run, I snatch her up. "If you want to be a little whore, good. You can be one for me," I say, breathing in the scent of her neck.

In total darkness, I rip her panties down, regretting only that I can't see the body that's going to be fully exposed to me for the first time. Her skin smells like chlorine and sweet peaches. She's trembling under my touch. Not with fear, but with need.

"You're mine," I growl into her mouth. "No one gets this, but me." I cup my hand over her pussy and it's even softer than her skin. Her little folds brush my fingers and she's slick with her own wetness.

"Look at you baby, you're gushing." My thumb slides across her creamy cunt.

"Don't," she whispers, gripping my wrist. In the dark, I can't see her face.

"Don't stop," she breathes.